| high springs clothed in glimmer run through quarry ground and green path searching for lands uninspired with effort to replenish dusty earth the sun trail the cooling path and bring light to shadow with effort of razing darkness an alliance with gods eyes and hands swiftly reign the depth and grit of demon's vain with effort of repressing hate the spring cool the heated ground and the sun strips the dark disguise over the once embraced but befowled mother the army of good will raise her throne once again and keep demons at bay with effort of keeping her warm |